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When We Ruled
Resolution ends in a mayfair of this Bespoken heart of mine – creates the Truss to all these lands of rule, this my soul Of longing stands before your presence While pleading for dismissal of my marrow Between the deep visions of your russet hair & The memory of your ebony skin upon my lips
Release me from this wantonness of late, Allow the sun of our ancestors to reign free Across our bed berthed from the legacy of this love We’ve created to let these lost majestic threads From which our hearts unspool release as tangent The crying desert fjords of us in flowering Sandalwoods and the myrrh of lost time -
Adjacent these reins of power we build in a Triptych light of agony where infinity calls upon Itself, showered in the unjust, quiet restraint of fire Revealing the blue fragrance of your hair filling me To the ends of earthly limits, this symbol I hold in Devotion to your rule and expose lamellate lands to Attest I will always be within your august light.
© K. James Ribble
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Dear Diary, today will be different. Today I will smile. It will be genuine. Because today is the day that I get to live again. This life will be good and beautiful. But not without heartbreak. In death comes peace. But pain is the cost of living. Like love, it’s how we know we’re alive. And life goes on.
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Kol Mikaelson Imagine
@lena-mikaelson - Hii, can i have #13 and #16 from your line promp 3 with Kol Mikaelson?? Pleaseee!! :)
#13 “Don’t turn me into the bad guy here.”
#16 “This is… exactly what it looks like.”
*Kol challenges you to a drinking competition and you easily lose and end up becoming wasted* (I have exam all this week so for those who have sent me in requests, I apologise for how long it might take for me to write them.)
You giggled as you swayed while walking home with Kol in tow behind you smirking. He had taunted you into competing in a shots contest against him and of course, you stupidly agreed, forgetting for a moment how easily vampires could drink without getting too drunk.
And now it was you who was wasted as Kol took the pleasure of ‘walking you home’ as he observed every aspect of your drunken state in amusement.
“This…” you suggested as you drunkenly pointed to yourself before aiming a finger at Kol who smiled broadly as he held you steady.
“This is your fault.” You slurred, Kol chuckled and moved away, ridding you of your only balance as you stumbled forward, looking up to notice Kol smirking.
He held up his hands in mock defence, “Don’t turn me into the bad guy here.”
“But you a- you are the bad guy, Mr. Mikaelson.” You spoke giggling as you stumbled forward once again into Kol’s arms.
Your eyes were lightly shut as you rested your head on his shoulder, you could hear and feel him chuckle as he whispered into your ear, “Let’s get you home.”
But you shook your head groaning, “My parents will kill me if I come home drunk, can I not just stay with you, pleeaaase.” You begged giggling quietly, Kol sighed but smiled and nodded as he led you back to the Mikaelson Manor.
You were basically the only human that the original vampires allowed without question into their home, they found your life amusing on most occasions and were always welcoming to you.
Kol led you into the house and up the stairs but you couldn’t remember much more after that since you fell asleep in his arms.
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You groaned at the bright bitter light that fell on your face from the crack in the curtain. You buried yourself deeper into your pillow but jump back and gasped as the 'pillow’ moved and snickered at your actions.
“Kol..?”
“Morning darling.” He spoke in enjoyment and when you peeked a look at him you could see the wide grin on his face.
It wasn’t until then that you noticed he was shirtless and you began to panic, “Uhh, what happened last night?” You nervously asked him as you bit your lip which only made his grin wider,
“You don’t remember anything?” He questioned and you shook your head which only strengthened Kol’s feeling of delight, “Well-”
“Kol, where were you at that ungodly hour last- Oh, Y/N?” Klaus’ eyes went wide in shock at seeing you, especially with his fiend of a brother in the same bed as you, shirtless…
“This is… exactly what it looks like, brother.” Kol smirked as his eyes never left yours making you feel shy and flustered. Klaus contemplated the situation in front of him, his eyes going between both yourself and Kol before he shook his head, “No, if I’m correct, our dear Y/N has no recognition of any events that happened last night and you, brother,”
He rolled his eyes playfully for your sake as he turned to his brother, “Wished to tease her into oblivion, well Kol, how about you tell her what really happened.”
Klaus folded his arms over his chest as you flashed him a small grateful smile before turning to Kol who’s grin never left his face.
“I challenged you to a shots game and you miserable lost with your lack of tolerance for alcohol, you refused to go home because of your parents and asked to spend the night here.
I brought you up to my room to get a t-shirt or some form of clothing for you to sleep in but you were already passed out on my bed by the time I turned around.
But I must say, darling, you were quite touchy all night, begging me to stay in bed with you in your dozing state, hugging me tightly as you fell asleep, I’m quite flattered.” Kol finished laughing at your horrified reaction, you glanced at Klaus to notice he too had an amused expression on his face which he failed to hide.
“I think I’ll get some water and painkillers before I drag my ass home.” You groaned out loud as you buried you head into the actual pillow, the two brothers chuckled, Klaus leaving the room to get you the water and painkillers and Kol still lying beside you, propped up on his elbow as he gently moved your hair away from your face and stroked your cheek, which you were quietly grateful for as it distracted you from the pain of your hangover.
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dream catcher [stefan salvatore]
my recommendation, listen to sad music with a happy ending :)
It seemed as though Stefan Salvatore had planned this from the beginning.
Although it may not have been obvious to most, but Stefan had been planning his death for quite some time. He had been wishing for the sweet release of death to take him away from the horrors of the world. Stefan wanted more than what life had to offer him. Afterall, what good had life ever brought him anyway? The only thing that life had ever given him was you, but it seemed that fate did not plan on keeping the two of you together for very long.
Years ago, Stefan Salvatore had been the love of your life. The two of you had gotten married under the stars and traveled the world together before settling in Mystic Falls. However, once Elena Gilbert came along, things began to change.
Life became rougher and it became difficult for you to survive. Even as a vampire, you had always had a little trouble keeping up. This was primarily due to the fact that you were on “the bunny diet” as Damon liked to put it. Because you only fed on animals, your body would never be as strong as other vampires.
As fate would have it, a few years after you met Elena Gilbert, you were killed.
They never discovered who had been the one to commit the crime, there was no evidence, no witnesses, just your broken, mangled body and your heart lying by your side. Stefan had found you after not hearing from you for a few hours. Worry had wrecked his body for hours on end before he finally found your car near the entrance to the forest. It was not unsurprising, you had most likely been hungry and wanted to drink. When Stefan tracked your steps into the woods, he was heartbroken to find your torn corpse waiting at his feet.
Stefan had immediately dropped to his knees, not being able to maintain his body weight with the sight before him. His jaw went slack and tears already began falling from his tired eyes. Not caring about the blood that may soak his clothes, he gathered your body into his arms and pulled it tight against him. He tried to feel for a breath, a sign, anything to show that you were still with him, but he knew it was futile. Your heart had been ripped from your chest, there was no way for you to still be alive.
Horse sobs filtered from the back of his throat and out of his lips as he cried. Stefan clutched your body to his chest, his head placed in the juncture between your head and your shoulder as he whispered futile pleas against your cold skin.
“Please, please no,” he muttered, heart clenching in his chest, “you can’t do this to me - not now - not when I need you most.”
The way you had been killed almost seemed ironic to Stefan. It may have been your heart that had been ripped from your chest, but it still seemed like it was Stefan’s heart that had been torn to shreds.
He stayed beside your body for hours it seemed, continuing to rock you back in forth in his arms as if there could be some miracle in all of heaven that would bring you back to him. After a few hours, after the sobs had ceased and his hands were covered in crimson blood, Stefan managed to shakily bring himself to his feet and drag himself back to his house, with your body still dangling in his grip.
Stefan had made his way back to the Salvatore boarding house, where he knew the rest of his friends would be. After crossing the threshold of the doorway, Stefan fell back to his knees and let out another sob. Damon and Elena were the first to burst into the room to identify the source of the noise. When they saw what sight lay before them, they almost wished they hadn’t.
Damon reacted first, seeing as he had been your brother-in-law and one of your closest friends. He dropped beside his brother with a small noise leaving the back of his throat. Tears welled in his eyes, and he laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, brother,” Damon whispered.
Although the words were short, it was still enough for Stefan to let your body rest against the floor so that he could turn and grip his older brother. It had been a while since they shared an emotional moment together, but Damon still managed to squeeze his little brother tightly to him as he sobbed for his lost love.
As Stefan cried, the rest of the group filtered into the room to witness what had occurred. They had been shocked and grief-stricken at the sight of you and the Salvatore brothers at your side. Bonnie Bennett had immediately let out a sob and gripped onto Enzo’s arm as he attempted to comfort her. The two of you had been great friends, and it was like a knife to the heart when she laid eyes upon your dead body. Caroline and Matt Donovan simply watched with heavy hearts as one of their friends left this world for another. The rest of your group of friends lowered their heads in indication of their fallen friend.
A few weeks later, your funeral was held and Stefan placed your body in his family tomb, knowing that it was what you would have wanted. It was a small ceremony, just the Mystic Falls gang gathered together for one final goodbye one of their greatest friends. Bonnie and Damon gave beautiful speeches about how your laugh always managed to light up a room and how you always seemed to be able to drag a smile out of even the saddest person.
When Stefan stepped up to give his speech, his eyes were red and swollen from all the crying he had done over the past few weeks. He attempted to pull himself together by rubbing the skin beneath his eyes, but all it did was make them ache.
“When [Y/N] was little, she used to sleep with a dream-catcher above her head. She told me that she used it to keep the bad dreams away and she still used it, even as a hundred year old vampire,” Stefan chuckled, “The day after we moved in together, I noticed that she had taken the dream-catcher down and now it laid inside her bedside table. When I asked her why she didn’t have it above her bed anymore, she simply told me ‘I don’t need a dream-catcher to keep the bad dreams away, because now I have you and I know you’ll always protect me, even in my sleep.’ It was in that moment that I knew I was completely and uninevitably in love with her. It was because she not only loved me but she trusted me wholeheartedly to keep her safe. And I know that if she could be here now, she wouldn’t want me to blame myself for what happened to her because it was out of my control, but that guilt still weighs heavily on my heart. I didn’t keep her safe, at least in that moment I didn’t. I may have kept her close my entire life, but in that moment, when she needed me, I couldn’t keep her safe. For that, my love. I’m sorry - I hope you can forgive me.”
From behind his back, Stefan had drawn the dream-catcher onto the casket before him, finally letting his tears take over as he cried once more. Damon ushered him away from the podium and let the others give their speeches as he comforted his brother.
After the funeral, Stefan was never the same, he went back to the brooding vampire he had been before he met you. He rarely spoke and chose to instead divulge his problems in alcohol rather than human interaction.
Months had passed, but Stefan was never the same. Your death had shaken him to the core and Damon worried that Stefan would never come to terms with your murder. He feared that Stefan would continue to be the broken soul he had become. Stefan knew that Damon was trying to help, however, Stefan was haunted by too many demons and his soul could never be repaired. The torn pieces of his heart were so mangled that no stitch could ever pull them back together. Stefan knew he was broken, and he knew that the only thing that could repair those fragile pieces was if he was reunited with you.
So when Bonnie discovered that there was a way to kill Katherine Pierce by keeping her in hell and letting the hellfire consume her as Bonnie destroyed it, Stefan knew what he had to do.
Stefan entered the empty cavern of the tunnels, letting his eyes fall upon Katherine and Damon as they argued.
“You’re bluffing,” Katherine replied, a smug smile falling upon her lips.
Before Damon had the chance to respond, Stefan spoke up, alerting the two as they argued, “No, he’s not. And neither am I.” Stefan took careful steps into the cavern, letting the two watch him as he maneuvered his way closer.
“I got this handled, bro,” Damon muttered, eyes wide as he takes in Stefan. It was the first time in a long while that Stefan had gotten involved in one of the “adventures” that the Mystic Falls group tended to attract. “You need to get out of these tunnels,” Damon continues.
Stefan shakes his head, “I’m not the one who’s going to get out of here - you are.”
“Bad time to be a martyr, Stefan,” Damon growls.
“Said the martyr,” Stefan quickly retorts.
Katherine turns and tries to make her way towards the exit, “I’m going to let the two if you figure this out amongst yourselves.” She steps closer to the exist of the tunnels but is stopped when Damon draws his hand back and lets the knife fly, hitting Katherine in the back. She is immediately subdued, falling to the ground where both Damon and Stefan know she won’t be rising from anytime soon.
Damon steps forward the confront his brother, “Fine, then we will both go.”
“Somebody needs to stay here and make sure she’s actually in hell when it’s destroyed,” Stefan replies.
“I’m aware,” Damon speaks, cutting Stefan off as he tries to speak, “tell Elena that I did this for her, to pay for my past mistakes.”
Stefan shakes his head, “You can tell her yourself. I need to do this Damon. I owe it to Bonnie and Enzo - I owe it to a lot of people.”
Damon shakes of the hint at your name, instead choosing to try to convince Stefan out of his suicide mission, “I can’t let you die here, Stefan.”
“Yes,” Stefan nods, “you are.”
“Are you seriously going to sit here and argue with me about who needs this redemption more?” Damon cries, “You’re not responsible for Enzo, Stefan!”
Stefan feels a weight in his heart as he replies, “You keep saying that but you’re wrong! We are all responsible for our own actions. Every drop of blood that I have spilled, I am accountable for.”
Damon paces back and forth as Stefan attempts to convince him, trying to wrap his head around his brother’s logic. “Then I’m accountable too, and I have spilled even more!”
“Damon, I’m human. In sixty years I’m going to be old and I’m going to be dead. You have quite literally an eternity with Elena ahead of you-”
“Which means a lot less without you!” Damon cries.
“Do you think I want this? I lost the love of my life, my wife is dead and she is waiting for me to come home to her. In the nearly two centuries since I made you become a vampire, I have fought to turn you into the man who deserves the happiness that is out there right now. Damon, I can’t have that happiness because [Y/N] is already gone. I can’t be happy until she is back by my side once more, Damon,” Stefan cries, tears welling in his eyes as he recalls the woman he loved. His heart, although torn and broken, could be restrung if he had the chance to see his wife again.
“No,” Damon whispers, his focus not completely in the conversation as he remembers his sister-in-law.
“So let me do this for you,” Stefan whispers.
“No.”
“Then let me do this for me,” Stefan cries. It had been too long since he had seen you and that separation was beginning to tear him apart from the inside. It wasn’t just your death that lingered over him, it was the guilt of not saving you and the horror of having no way to bring you back. He may have been human now, but there was no life for him unless you were in it. There was no purpose of living unless you were living.
“Please,” Stefan whispers.
Damon’s body shakes as he takes a moment to think. His body hurting as he thinks of what he is going to do next, knowing that Stefan will never forgive him, “I love you, little brother.”
“I love you too.”
Damon steps forward, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder shaking his head as he speaks, “And you’re right - you are human. Which is why I can do this.” Salty tears begin to roll down his eyes as he speaks his next words, his pupils widening as he compels his little brother, “Go, walk out of these tunnels and you are not going to stop until my death breaks the compulsion,” Stefan struggles against his brother, pleading for him to stop so that he can finally be reunited with his wife, “Because I am the big brother. I’m sorry I wasn’t better at it until now.”
The two brothers cry as Damon compels his brother to escape the tunnels, not knowing that Stefan was already on vervain. Stefan lets out a teary-eyed smile as he turns and emotionlessly leaves the tunnels with a heavy-heart and a mission in his mind.
Minutes later, Damon is holding Katherine in front of the tunnels, waiting for the hellfire to consume them. Katherine struggles, attempting to break free of his strong hold. However, before the fire reaches them, Damon is stabbed by a syringe of Stefan’s blood, transferring the cure to his body. Stefan lets the syringe hit the floor as Damon looks up at his brother in shock before Stefan throws his body out of the way of the hellfire.
Stefan grabs ahold of Katherine, knowing that he will be dead soon because he no longer has the cure running through his veins. He drags her body back into the tunnel as she cries out for him to stop.
“Stefan, please,” Katherine cries.
He ignores her plea and pierces the dagger into her heart before turning to his brother who lays unconscious on the floor, “Goodbye brother,” he whispers. Stefan then turns his head back to the tunnel before him and allows the fire to consume him body, his last thoughts being of his beautiful wife who he would be seeing soon.
Stefan lets his hand fall away from Elena’s, making his way towards the doors before him. Anticipation fills his every movement as he moves closer. It had been too long since he had seen you, since he had been able to touch you or even speak to you. It may not have been an eternity but, God, did it feel like it.
Letting the light take over his figure, his eyes adjust against the harsh, bright sun as he steps into the parking lot. His eyes scan the area until they land on one figure. One figure who has his breath taken away the moment his eyes land on her. Before he even gets a chance to do anything, tears are overtaking his vision and he lets out a watery smile.
“I told you that I would always have you by my side, my dream catcher,” you let out. Your body is leaning against Stefan’s old car, arms crossed over your chest as you admire the love of your life. On the inside, your body is buzzing with excitement - he’s here, he’s actually here. It takes all the strength you have in your body to not rush over to him immediately,
Stefan laughs softly, “And that’s where I’ll be for the rest of my days.”
His words are all it takes for you to rush over to him, you’re feet moving as quickly as you can. You are taken into his arms, his biceps crushing you into his chest, where he buries his face in your hair. You cry out, letting your arms wind around his waist as you softly cry, letting out little hiccups as you try to laugh. Taking in his scent, your throat makes a happy noise as you bury your nose in his chest. “I love you,” you whimper, “I love you so much.”
Stefan lets a few of his tears drip onto your hair, “I love you too.”
And then he’s placing his lips onto yours, lifting you by your hips as he spins you around in circles. You let out a few giggles as you twirl with his strong arms embracing you. His lips are as soft as you remember and his kiss feels as though it’s brightening your soul. In reality, your kiss is stitching back the pieces of Stefan’s broken heart. Those torn and mangles pieces that had been in his heart for so long were finally being repaired. He could feel his heart becoming lighter as he tilted his head, letting his lips slot against yours once more.
When he brings his head back, he buries his face in your neck letting out a happy laugh that he had not made in a while. It doesn’t take long before he places his hand on your cheek, admiring the way you gaze into his eyes. He watches as you place your hand over his own, his eyes sparkling as you smile. His eyes fall upon the wedding bands on both your fingers, his heart ringing as he is finally reunited with his wife.
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They bury his body in the tomb next to yours, hoping that if they were close here, they would be close in whatever afterlife they end up in.
Damon stands in front of the two headstones, letting memories of his two best friends wash over him for one last time. He turns his head as Caroline enters the room, watching as she approaches him.
“Do you think they found peace?” Damon whispers.
“Together?” Caroline replies, “yeah, they definitely found peace together.”
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You love me?
Klaus Mikaelson Imagine
Requested: Yes. @swimsoccerstar: Hey I love your imagines so far and I was wondering if you could do one with Klaus. How you’re in love with him and confess it to him even after all the horrible things he’s done. Sorry if this isn’t detailed enough.
Word Count: 641, Warnings: Swearing.
A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for a long time and I finally had time to write it I kind of changed it up a bit to be more angsty, but there is a fluffy ending, I promise! I hope you like it! - M xo
(Gif not mine, credit to owner)
Walking into the French Quarter, your eyes were immediately drawn to Klaus who was sitting comfortably sipping on his usual whisky sour. Before you could begin to speak he had already noticed your presence, something you began to hate as he would always know where you were when you didn’t want him to.
“Are you just going to stand there, love.”, he asked, gently shaking his glass, the ice clinking against it as it began to dissolve into the drink. “I’m mad at you,” you exclaimed walking past his chair to face him head on. He gave a hearty chuckle as he began to speak. “Well, you’re not the first person to be mad at me today,” you rolled your eyes at him as you slowly began to become much more furious than you were before which you didn’t know was possible.
“You don’t get it, do you? You kill people with no remorse! Do you not have a fucking heart?” you yelled down at him, as he began to open his mouth, ‘No, you don’t get to speak! Listen to me. Why can’t you just.. be normal for once.“ Klaus slammed his drink against the side table beside his chair and stood up quickly to face you. "Y/N, vampires are not normal. We are bloodthirsty creatures, and if you can’t accept that then maybe you should leave,” he whispered, you were taken aback by his words and as they internalised into your brain your eyes began to tear up.
“I can’t leave..”, you croaked out, a sob wanting to be relieved as you explained yourself. “And why is that?” he asked curiously, leaning in closer to your body. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you finally broke, “because I’m fucking in love with you, Nik!” you screeched as you sighed in pain, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.
The moment you knew you loved him was complicated. He had strong feelings for Camille that you just couldn’t compete with, and so you bottled up your feelings until this very moment where you burst out in hysterics about your love for Klaus Mikaelson, the vampire of all vampires that showed absolutely no mercy.
He stood there staring at you as tears poured down your face, his eyes flickered from your eyes down to his feet. “So, you’re just going to give me the silent treatment?” you muttered as you watched him shift his weight from one leg to the other. “No, I just didn’t know you felt that way about me,” he replied, looking back up at you, tears pooling in his tear ducts. He inched his way closer to you and grabbed your hand. He pulled you close to him as you rested your head on his chest. “I’ve loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you that night you first walked in the French Quarter. I just didn’t think you could handle my lifestyle,” he whispered into your hair as you closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around him. “I want you to know that no matter what happens, I’m still the same man you met that day. The funny, light hearted.. handsome man,” a smile traced your lips as you let out a small giggle. Looking back up at him, you allowed yourself to rid you of your thoughts that were rushing through your head. You leant in and placed a kiss against his soft plump, lips. He eased into the kiss as he held your waist. “Never leave me,” you asked softly, breaking the kiss and feeling him nod. He rested his forehead onto yours.
The irony of the matter was that you were safe in his arms, despite everything he had done. You had chosen to only see the good in him, and that was what kept you going.
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Her feelings she hides. Her dreams she can’t find. She’s loosing her mind. She’s fallen behind. She can’t find her place. She’s loosing her faith. She’s fallen from grace. She’s all over the place.
(via trippyv0dka)
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Klaus: I saved your life…twice. Caroline: Because you put it in danger…twice.
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You and I, we’re messy, and complicated, but… we’re real.
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Eventually, you try so hard to fight your demons that you become the devil.
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Caroline, you’ve been my friend, my conscience, my sounding board. You saw light when all I saw was darkness. You saved me from despair. You told me once that I would fall back in love without realizing it and that’s what happened. Day by day, bit by bit, year by year…with you.
Stefan Salvatore’s vows to Caroline Forbes (8x15)
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